"You don't want to take anything with you?" "No, let everything go down with the ship." I sent a couple of his sailors back aboard the _La Rochefoucauld_ to pack his luggage and bring it aboard the _Seeadler_. One of my sailors came to me, saying: "They met a cruiser a couple of days ago." My men had orders to circulate among captured sailors and talk with them to see what they could pick up. This sailor had heard mention of a cruiser in the talk of the French sailors. That was funny. I had asked Captain Lecoq whether he had sighted any ships within the past week, and he had replied no. In his log I had found no mention of being searched by a cruiser. One of my officers examined the log again and found that a page had been torn out. A thorough questioning of the French sailors brought out the fact that they had been thoroughly searched by a British cruiser. This warship had taken her position three hundred miles south of us and was cruising back and forth across the Pacific ship lane, examining every vessel that passed. So you see, we, apparently, were picking them up after she had O.K.'d them. Captain Lecoq had bidden his men to say nothing about the cruiser. Apparently he hoped that we would wander far enough south to run afoul of the Britisher and be captured. I was momentarily displeased with him for his deception, but, after all, he was a Frenchman, and we were the enemies of his country. His action was a bit heroic, too. If we ran into the cruiser, we might be sunk, and he would go down with us. I was destined to have trouble later with this same irreconcilable Captain Lecoq. --------------------------------------------------------------------- [Illustration: The stately _Cambronne_, commanded by an equally stately skipper. Captors and captives aboard the raider enjoying the plunder of the champagne ship. Von Luckner second from the left.] --------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------- [Illustration: The South Sea island home of the shipwrecked buccaneers.] --------------------------------------------------------------------- XVI WINDJAMMER VS. STEAMER Now the biggest ship we captured in the Atlantic was a 9,800-ton British steamer loaded with champagne--the _Horngarth_. That was our banner day. She was well armed and had a wireless. She hove into sight one morning, and we could see that she would make a tough customer for our sailing ship to handle. But why not have a good look at her? We set the signal: "Chronometer time, please." The way she paid no attention to the request said very clearly: "Let that old windjammer go and buy a watch!"